Recently, while I was sitting in on a rehearsal, a director asked me, “Why sound?”
My immediate response: “Because it is like acting, but without being looked at.”
“Good answer.” he said thoughtfully, and the matter was dropped.
At least, it had appeared to be dropped. Yet my own mind continued to mull over my response again and again wondering how I had come to this conclusion.
In the beginning, I was an actor. Acting is what drew me to the theater. I loved the attention as a child, performance being what ultimately saved me from a shy and lonely childhood. When I became an adult, however, the attention repulsed me. As a female I am taught from earliest consciousness that my value is inherently measured in the realm of the physical. Without outward beauty, or even the correct kind of beauty, I may as well give up on…
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